Young Soul
She is high above;
Now a beautiful angel;
Sending us love;
Releived from all pain;
Watching over everyone;
Not having to strain;
Never once held her son;
but kissed him goodbye;
Looked at her husband;
Told him not to cry;
That she's in a better place;
She went to her daughter;
Kissed her on the face;
Held her tightly;
and smiled;
Went into the light where she waits.
-Ashleigh Nichole Busby.
